A/N: This is a poem I had to write for Honors English-9. The assignment was to create a 'bad' poem. By that, I mean the cheesiest one possible. I hope this pleases.

My dearest delight, to me thou seems,

Like Spider-man, soaring through all of my dreams.

You, fighting villains both day and night,

And to me, a hero, who makes things right.

Whenever you talk to me and do your part,

The words you speak always touch my heart.

To thee, a nobody it seems I am,

Yet I still have hope, I believe that I can.

O'er the city, where the wind blows,

I think, I guess, that somebody knows.

No chance with you I have because you are British,

But even in the most unlikely of days, I can still wish.